Circumstances around us carry a theme of not enough. Not enough medical equipment. Not enough income. Not enough jobs. Not enough guests at a wedding, or memorial service. It creates a mindset that can bleed into our sense of gratitude. 

 

This week I asked some friends about a time they felt like they were enough. They told stories of when they rose to a specific need and filled it. Reading at bedtime to their children as the failures of the day faded with dusk. Childbirth, and the wonder of a body that can open up to the life within it. Or death, and an inner strength that pours forth from emptiness. For another woman the experience of breastfeeding meant she could meet her child's needs completely. 

 

My own example was singing with preschoolers. They are poised to enjoy the music, and look up with eager eyes. Clearly this is not because I have a magical voice, or an endless repertoire. Once I arrived in a nondescript navy skirt and sat on my usual chair. I looked out at the children dressed in unicorn shoes, sparkly dresses, and rainbow leggings. One sweet boy spoke.

 

"Mrs. Lori your skirt is beautiful!" 

 

Each of us are acutely aware of the Source. Being shackled by the weight of not-enoughness that holds us back, most of us feel surprised by the arrival of vitality. The oxymoron lies in how our resignation to the limits of our own power throws aside the constraints on omnipotence.